Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a knows Once again, is the incredible Rhyme
The incredible D. Enemy number one said "Freeze!" and I got numb Can't I tell 'em that I really never had a But the wax that the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell, 'cause my they sell 'Cause a like me said "Well, a prophet and I think you ought to listen to What he can say to you, you ought to do"
for now, power to the people say "Make a miracle D, the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're win Check it out, y'all, here we go again
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder than bad, 'cause the is madder than mad At the fact corrupt as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a 'Cause the beats in the lines are so
for lessons I'm saying inside music That the are blasting me for They'll never for the brothers and sisters Now the country has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're gonna to wait till we get it right Radio Stations I question their They call themselves black, but we'll see if they play
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
Get in front of me, the crowd runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya He can cut a record side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of your n' roll for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Makin' a music, abuse it, but you do it, ya know You 'em demos, but we ride limos, too
gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, is for Yoko Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a Stand on feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock Ever forever, universal, it sell Time for me to exit, X-it
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
From coast to coast, so you being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The the same with a boast dose Rock with some pizzazz, it last why you ask? Roll with the stars, still never get accepted as
We got to the fifth, we can investigate Don't to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Terminator X to checks, play to get paid
We got to it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you